Sam raced after Brooke, only pausing to assure Mike that he hadn’t actually said anything wrong. She made her way up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom she and Brooke had once shared. She could hear the sobs Brooke was trying so desperately to mask through the door. Of all the ways she’d wanted the blonde to find out about her impending
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Hot damn. This is like a soap opera. That kiss was...*ahem*...really something :D
Unfortunately, I have to stop reading now, cuz I spent way too long discussing Western!Miranda with Spur and then my mom called and wanted to talk...*sigh* I will finish reading soon, though. And you will swear on the grave of...I dunno, somebody famous, that you will finish this fic, or so help me, I will beat you to death with a shovel. (A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend :P)
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